My Danish Sweetheart: A Novel. Volume 1 of 3Russell, William Clark
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My Danish Sweetheart: A Novel. Volume 1 of 3
Russell, William Clark
Adventure stories; Fiction; Love stories; Sea stories
'It will make a hard bed,' said she.
'Not too hard for me,' said I.
'Well, you shall lie down upon one of those lockers, and you shall be
comfortable too;' and, saying this, she went out again, and shortly
afterwards returned with some rugs and a bolster. These she placed upon
the lee locker, and a minute or two later I had shaken the poor captain
by the hand, and had stretched myself upon the rugs, where I lay
listening to the thunder of the gale and following the wild motions of
the barque, and thinking of what had happened since the lifeboat summons
had rung me into this black, and frothing, and roaring night from my
snug fireside.
It was not long, however, before I fell asleep. I had undergone some
lifeboat experiences in my time, but never before was nature so
exhausted in me. The roaring of the gale, the cannonading of the
deck-house by incessant heavy showerings of water, the extravagant
motions of the plunging and rolling vessel, might have been a mother's
lullaby sung by the side of a gently-rocked cradle, so deep was the
slumber these sounds of thunder left unvexed.
I awoke from a dreamless, deathlike sleep, and opened my eyes against
the light of the cold stone-gray dawn, and my mind instantly coming to
me, I sprang up from the locker, pausing to guess at the weather from
the movement and the sound. It was still blowing a whole gale of wind,
and I was unable to stand without grasping the table for support. The
deck-house door was shut, and the planks within were dry, though I could
hear the water gushing and pouring in the alleys betwixt the deck-house
and the bulwarks. I thought to take a view of the weather through one of
the windows, but the glass was everywhere blind with wet.
At this moment the door of the captain's berth was opened, and Helga
stepped out. She immediately approached me with both hands extended in
the most cordial manner imaginable.
'You have slept well,' she cried; 'I bent over you three or four times.
You are the better for the rest, I am sure.'
'I am, indeed!' said I. 'And you?'
'Oh, I shall sleep by-and-by. What shall we do for hot water? It is
impossible to light the galley fire; yet how grateful would be a cup of
hot tea or coffee!'
'Have you been on deck,' said I, 'while I slept?'
'Oh yes, in and out,' she answered. 'All is well so far--I mean, the
_Anine_ goes on making a brave fight. The dawn has not long broken. I
have not yet seen the ship by daylight. We must sound the well, Mr.
Tregarthen, before we break our fast--my fear is there,' she added,
pointing to the deck, by which she signified the hold.
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